The Big Fall-Down.

I used to say it all,
precious diamonds not as pretty as words,
pretty people not as percolating
as the way I could say it all.

Now knives cut no imaginary skins
and no fantasy-bottomed beauties
ever get theoretically
coddled, prodi-giggled, or teased.

Instead this sick real thing of mine is hard...
enough to be stolen, copied, and deleted
and bucked-up baby, because I still want it all,
the syllables, syllables -- raindrops as they fall!

I used to say it all
precious diamonds not as pretty as words,
pretty people not as percolating
as the way I could say it all.